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She leans back into me. “This was the best New Year’s surprise. I love it.”
Dinner, dancing, this cruise…I wanted her to have the time of her life tonight and forget the deadline looming in front of us.
“I was hopeful.” I kiss the top of her head. “What’s your New Year’s wish, Reina?”
She turns in my arms and looks up at me. Her dark eyes swirl with so much emotion that I almost forget to breathe. I still haven’t gotten used to the way she looks at me sometimes, like I’m her everything. Somehow, I’ve charmed this cynical girl and I don’t want to let her go.
“For you not to go, and for things to stay this way forever,” she says softly.
“Fuck, Reina, I wish I could. But…”
She places a finger on my lips. Her mouth curves up in a sad smile. “I know you don’t have a choice. But that would be my wish if you know, like a blue genie showed up or something.”
I look around us. “Nope, no blue genie. Just a guy in a blue suit using one of the poles on here as a pretend stripper pole.”
Her head whips around and I laugh.
“Made you look,” I say and nuzzle into her neck.
She gives me a light slap on the chest. “You’re such a dork.”
“Your dork?” I question.
“Of course,” she says and kisses me lightly on the forehead.
“Ten, nine, eight…” The other people crowded onto the boat are starting to yell the countdown.
“Shit, how did we miss that?” I ask.
I pull back and we stare into each other’s eyes as we countdown to the New Year. When we kiss at the stroke of midnight, it feels like a promise between us, the best kind of promise. That this year will be the first of many to be together.
An hour later, we stumble into the hotel room I purchased for the night. We’re both more than a little tipsy.
She attacks the buttons on my shirt with a fervor that makes me laugh. “Reina, slow down. We have all night.”
She growls. “You’ve been in this white shirt all night, and all I’ve wanted to do was rip it off. Give me a break.”
I chuckle and spread my arms wide. “Tear away, princess. I’m all yours.”
So, she does, buttons flying. Her frantic pace spurs on my own. I push down the straps of her red dress and it falls to her feet. She’s wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
“Fuck, are you telling me that you were walking around all night with nothing underneath there?” I ask in a garbled voice. I’m not sure I can speak clearly right now. Speech feels incredibly overrated right now.
She pushes down my pants and palms my length in her head. “Yep, and I’ve been dying all night for you to get your hands underneath this damn dress.”
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
She pushes my boxers down and wraps her hand around my hard cock. “No, fuck me, Brian,” she growls.
“Not a problem,” I reply and walk her back towards the bed.
She falls back onto it and looks at me with a cocky smile. “I want you to take me from behind so I can feel you deep. I want to feel everything.”
“Fuuuck.” Yep, not capable of real speech right now.
She turns over and gets on all fours, wiggling her butt in front of me.
I slap it and she moans. I grin as the redness from my hand spreads, and I slap her butt cheek again. She squeals and I cup her mound.
